Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2261 Moonlight Burning
Without uttering a word, the big shot directly revealed himself.

This alone seems to fully convey the prisoners' tension and the importance of strategic composure.

He's ruthless and doesn't talk much. His silent smile just now probably puts more pressure on the other party than directly accusing them of not being a real lobbyist.

The final result was that all the arrangements, atmosphere building, and glamorous entrance made by the big shot inside the sect were shattered at the slightest touch.

This brings us to the "prisoner's dilemma" mentioned earlier. Having been trapped for too long, the group seems to be working together to find someone to use as a stepping stone for their escape, and they will stop at nothing to achieve this hope.

But regardless, one prerequisite is that even if the plan goes smoothly, one still needs the strength to fight for a spot to climb out.

Therefore, the person standing before us is, in a sense, the ultimate embodiment of the prisoners' courage.

Planning against two high-level players at once, they shouldn't be so naive as to think they can accomplish it without taking real action.

Unfortunately, after testing, this courage still seems to be of insufficient quality.

"awesome!"

Although the person involved didn't seem to think so, in the blink of an eye, the voice of the "lobbyist" rang out again from somewhere in the corridor.

“A tyrant is a tyrant, and even in a dream like this, he is still despicable.”

There is no doubt that they are emphasizing that they haven't left yet, thus defining their previous behavior as mockery.

Even the information that followed was full of pretentious flair, directly revealing the nickname of the King of Abandoned Prisons.

To be honest, it sounds a bit shocking at first, but upon closer inspection, it's not surprising at all.

Among the prisoners alone, there was one named Arakir and another named Serpent of Fate, who were fully aware of their identity as the King of the Abandoned Prison.

In this current state where we're intertwined, even sharing bodily fluids, what's a little information sharing?

"It seems like He's playing hide-and-seek with us."

Although he fully understood the lobbyist's statement, Fu Qian ignored it and instead turned to speak to the witch.

"Yes, it hasn't left, but it's in a very special state—transformed, hidden, and sheltered—making it difficult to locate."

The witch nodded; great minds think alike.

This is a perfectly normal reaction. They don't want to confront them directly, but they also want to keep them here and assimilate them for a while longer. What else can they do but go around in circles and play guerrilla warfare?
It's entirely conceivable that person would cooperate with the attacks from the rust marks and harass them from time to time.

Some might ask, what's the point? Why not just ignore that guy and leave?
It's a fairly pragmatic approach, but it's precisely because of this option that Fu Qian doubts whether the path ahead might still hold any meaning in leading to the deeper parts of the dream.

Just like the legendary gamble of retrieving coins from a frying pan, they are not allowed to reach the bottom before their hands are fried.

"tyrant?"

After commenting on the courageous contestant, the witch didn't forget what she had just heard; she was clearly impressed by the nickname the contestant had used.

"It's just an empty title; it's all thanks to the kindness and support of the villagers."

There was no denial; in fact, he even humbly offered a comment beforehand.

Ding!Ding!
As he spoke, he casually flicked away two more weapons that were thrust at him.

However, in the blink of an eye, the previously stagnant rust marks became active again.

Even the weapons used for attacking seem to no longer be unclaimed.

At first glance, it appears to be held in the hand by inhuman sharp claws.

As expected, you were not absent, Your Excellency Araquil.

Before paying, I made sure I wasn't mistaken; it was a body structure resembling an insect.

Even the next weapon that came flying at them looked exactly like the appendage of some kind of creature.

……

"Their condition is very special; the limits of their power seem to be becoming blurred. I wonder if it was caused by our previous actions."

The witch seemed to find it mainly amusing. Faced with Fu Qian's explanation, she seemed somewhat fascinated by the process, imagining her knight roaming the countryside, and casually commenting on the ongoing changes.

The attacks targeting her were numerous, but even with the addition of an insect form, they still slowed down quickly before even touching her body, so much so that not even rust could be applied.

"So you still want to express your gratitude?"

The witch's words confirmed his suspicions once again. The next moment, Fu Qian turned his head and asked the persuader beside him.

The latter's expression was almost heartbreaking.

Even a perfectly human face would find it difficult to convey such a strong sense of fragility.

The area below the nose still seemed to retain the imposing manner of speaking in unison with the person inside.

However, his eyes had long since lost focus, and there was a hint of shattered emptiness.

"Um……"

The sorrow was so intense that I seemed to have no strength left to deliberately ignore it, and I responded instinctively.

"Then let's continue and think about how to lead us to that other you."

Fu Qian ignored all of that, gestured towards the door, and boldly demanded that the promise be fulfilled.

"That... wasn't me."

Given that the requirements were somewhat abstract, the lobbyists' tendency to daydream was forcibly cured, and they subconsciously defended themselves.

"So this is 'you'?"

Unfortunately, this hard-won sense of self was shattered by Fu Qian's single sentence.

……

Knowing that the one inside was impersonating you, they made a rather impactful entrance.

But is the person I'm talking to right now the same person you imagine yourself to be?

Under the influence of the prisoners, even the concept of "self" seems to have five parts, so the mindset doesn't need to be so intolerant.

The words spoken before payment were not difficult to understand; the persuader seemed to grasp them immediately.

The consequence was even greater confusion, and it seemed that they were about to fall completely into the vortex of nihilism.

"Don't worry, I won't accept your thanks; I'll just kill him."

Don't ask why you're confused. When it comes to enlightening those who are confused, His Majesty the Tyrant is never at a disadvantage, and he quickly continued.

Fu Qian knew that given the lobbyist's current state, even another death threat wouldn't necessarily have much effect.

But it doesn't matter, you can threaten others with death, like running away at the speed of light, the kind of person that the lobbyist brother would never like.

"I can lead the way... but I'm not sure if it's my will..."

Sure enough, it hit the nail on the head instantly, and the lobbyist immediately perked up and even took the initiative to point out potential risks.

"It's okay—do you need any help?"

Fu Qian didn't mind at all, and the next moment he stopped caring about the lobbyist's reaction and went to confirm with the witch.

The latter remained standing there quietly, holding the Book of the Commandments and watching the knight's actions, and it must be said that he was becoming more and more like a pope.

"Being not."

Clearly, she had no objection to the knight's arrangement, and the witch shook her head, indicating that it was still entirely worth trying.

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, the snow that had been faintly melting on the white curtain suddenly became even more dazzling, and even the rolling mist could not quickly conceal it.

The moonlight is burning.